My friend Erin wasn't model hot, but she had great curves and a sexual confidence that just made guys crumble at her feet. Men would do anything to be able to go home with her. We met on Match.com ... same age, we liked the photos we saw of each other and she exuded confidence and I could tell she would be able to make me do anything she wanted in the bedroom.
We met at a bar and immediately hit it off. We went back to her place and hadn't even closed the door before she pinned me to the wall and we locked lips. Her hands were all over me, but in a very carefully mapped out way. They started at my hips, which she used to push me against the wall. She slid her hands up my shirt to my chest and clutched my skin, her nails scratching and clawing. The pain didn't bother me at all, rather, it caused an instant erection.
Her hands quickly slid down my chest and stomach before she quickly unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped the zipper. In an instant, she was on her knees in front of me and she pulled my stiff and pulsing cock from my boxers. She looked up at me with a smile that would've made the devil blush. She stared at me as she guided my cock into her mouth. I could feel her warmth, wet breath on my shaft. She kept going, her eyes never left mine as she started sucking my dick like a true porn star. Her head bobbing back and forth, her tongue ravaging my cock. Just seconds into it and already it was the greatest blowjob I'd ever received.
It was hard to see, but I caught a glimpse of her left hand massaging her pussy. She had her right hand on my cock, guiding it into her mouth, but her left hand had pulled her skirt up and revealed her neatly trimmed snatch, her fingertips rapidly massaging her clit. She was moaning and I was on the verge of blowing my load right in her mouth. Should I warn her? Would she be mad? But before I could warn her, she pulled my cock out quickly, still stroking it though, and said, "When you're ready, I want you to cum in my mouth...I can take it...in fact, I want it so bad..." Holy shit ... that was more than I could bear and as soon as she shoved my meat back into her mouth, I fired everything I had down the back of her throat. She never flinched, she just kept on sucking and then she grabbed my hands and forced them to the back of her head. She wanted me to force her mouth onto my cock, so I obliged. When she finished, there wasn't a drop of cum anywhere.
Already, I was wondering how long it would take for me to recover before I could fuck this little vixen. I just had the best knob job ever, surely the sex would follow suit. But, I would have to wait. She wasn't giving that up just yet.
We saw more of each other and each time, no matter where we were, she found a way to either give me head or a hand job. At a restaurant, she sat next to me in a booth and reached her hand under my napkin, undid my zipper and jerked me off right there. In a movie theater, we saw a crappy movie so the crowd would be light. We sat in the back corner, wore dark clothes, so she could kneel in front of me and suck me dry. This went on for weeks, but she would never let me get her off, have sex or even lick her pussy. Nothing.
Finally, about six weeks into the relationship, we went to a carnival with a big Ferris wheel. We got to the top and the ride stopped. We were told that there was nothing to worry about, just a routine spot inspection and that we'd be down in about 10 minutes. In the meantime, enjoy the view. She looked me in the eyes and said, "It's your turn..."
"What?" I said.
"It's your turn to make me cum. Get on your knees and bury that face between my legs, NOW!"
She didn't need to say another word. I knelt immediately, but she would spread her legs to reveal the prize I had so coveted the last month and a half. I looked at her quizzically and she smiled..."Force them open...take it from me..."
Fuck...yeah! I ripped those thighs apart, reached under her legs and lifted her forcefully to the edge of the seat. She gasped. Of course, she wasn't wearing any underwear, which was perfect...less trouble. I dove right in, flicking her clit with my tongue and fingering her pussy. She writhed and moaning, clutching at her large breasts and pinching her own nipples. Then her hands moved to the back of my head and pulled me onto her pussy harder -- I almost couldn't breathe, but the harder she pulled on my head, the closer she came to cumming. My tongue was going crazy over her now dripping mound until she finally let out this low, intense, satisfied moan. Her grip on my head relaxed, as did the rest of her body. Finally, I got a taste of her. But she still wasn't ready to let me fuck her.
About three weeks later, I was at home when I got a call from her.
"What are you doing right now?" she said.
"Nothing, why ... did you have something in mind?" I said, hopeful she wanted to get together.
"I'm lying face down in my bed, wearing blue lace lingerie. I want you to get your ass, and your cock, over here, sneak up the stairs and take me."
Whoa...suddenly, I wasn't as horny as I was. "You want me to do what? Are you sure?"